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shewn off liberally ; some talked of Major Sirr, others 

 of Major Swann, and at last a retreat was sounded by 

 the landlord. 



Teague Slau2;hter went to bed with Poll Katalane's 

 grandmother, and Peg Levelway tumbled into the sack 

 with Philibert Flash, an old wooden-legged pensioner 

 — the rest of the family disposed themselves any where, 

 and any how, for the whiskey had rendered it altogether 

 a matter of no importance, either in its present or 

 future consequences. 



Gram, who during the Hymeneal Procession had 

 lost his way, now made his appearance in a pig car, 

 and was the only biped among the numerous travelling 

 party, except the owner. The pigs, who during the 

 ride appeared to have formed an attachment to Gram, 

 and were unwilling too soon to separate, had escaped out 

 of the tail of the cart as their friend descended, and on 

 opening the door, the room was soon filled with them, 

 the tables were capsized, and all was uproar, till ai 

 length the Stye made a fixture in the fireplace. Brian 

 combed down his locks, and seemed in a state of 

 stupefaction. Sir Shawn laughed, and the Captain 

 grinned. ' What the devil means this ? ' said Brian. 

 'Means,' cried Grammachree, 'why I could not do 

 more in gratitude, than buy the poor fellow's pigs, Ayho 

 stood my friend, and brought me here safe on his car, 

 and having no where to put them, I thought I might 

 make free with your bed-room.' ' I say, Brian,' said 

 Sir Shawn, ' this is Life in Ireland, how do you 

 relish it ? ' — ' Devilish well, but now homeward, and to 

 bed, for we are for the Phoenix Park by nine, so we 

 must have a somniferous dose.' 



